Baroness Valana chewed on one painted fingernail apprehensively as the carriage bearing her and her corpulent husband rolled into the Rathgar Pass. Valana's red-painted lips pursed sourly as she glared sideways at him, still not pleased that she had been forced to come along. Tales spoke ill of the pass these days, and she had pleaded not to go, but only been rebuked sternly. There was important business to conclude with the barons across the hills, and the Rathgar Pass was still the most direct route, if not the safest, he'd assured her, and they traveled with a group of his best guards.
At first, all was quiet, and the Baroness was almost able to forget her worries as the procession continues through the pass. Almost. The first sign that not all was what it seemed came with a sudden rumble, a boulder tumbling from the ridge overlooking the road and landing amongst the guards, armored figures smashed and scattered in panic. The carriage halted, the horses shying back with fear. The Baron leaned his jowled face out the window with a scowl to see what was happening. An avalanche?
No... an ambush! Five massive men in horned helmets, armed with swords and axes, suddenly appeared from behind the remaining boulders at the top of the ridge. Roaring and hefting their weapons, they leapt down amongst the remaining guards, felling them easily in the confusion before advancing on the carriage, snarling and flexing to intimidate their prey. An axe swing severed the reins, and the horses, cut free from the carriage, ran loose, leaving the vehicle stranded as the coachman fumbled for his blade.
Leaping out of the carriage as quickly as his fat bulk could move, the Baron drew his own thin rapier, quivering with rage.
"This is an outrage! You cannot..." protested the Baron, until the blade of a heavy barbarian axe crashed down on his skull and he protested no more, collapsing in a quivering heap. A furred boot kicked the rapier aside, a few coarse jests offered about the thin blade as the barbarians circled.
"Anyone else want to challenge us?" roared the barbarian clutching the gory axe as he flexed his muscles, drawing the weapon back over his head. The coachman regarded him for a moment, then turned tail and leaped down to flee back the way the carriage had come, followed only by hoots and jeers as the marauders turned their attention to the carriage itself.
"Now what have we here?" rumbled one of the barbarians, leaning into the still-open door of the carriage. The Baroness had been cowering as far back in the coach as possible, but a pair of big, hairy hands reached in and seized her, hauling her out into the open with a shriek of feminine distress. She was held fast by strong arms while the other men rummaged in the carriage, gathering up what valuables had been packed in the trunks and perusing them, the bearded men laughing at some of the more formal wear, but musing more interestedly over the Baroness' rather skimpy silk nightgown. Jewels and coin were quickly gathered into a sack, and the marauders laid it on the ground as they formed a circle.
A second man came to the side of the one who was holding Valana fast, and with his help they tied her legs together and her arms behind her back, laying her helpless on the ground before moving to the sack of treasure. Haggling and arguing, they pawed through the gathered gems and coins until they had decided to their liking who would have each piece.
"Now the woman!" cried one, grabbing the Baroness up to her feet once again.
Valana half expected him to tear the necklace of pearls off of her like a greedy beast, but instead, he ripped open her blouse, the tatters falling down to reveal her ample breasts, propped up by the support of the underbust corset around her waist so that they stood perky and rounded despite their size. They were quite large, the pale skin just transluscent enough that some of her veins could be faintly seen, while her large, tan areolae circled small nubs of nipples. The barbarians grinned and oggled her, the one who had torn her dress running a hand under one of the hefty breasts, bouncing it lightly in his palm and testing its weight. Pulling the pins out of her hair, they let the dark red locks flow freely about her, stroking and tugging with rumbles of approval.
All five voices began to clamor, each announcing their intent to claim her. Valana scowled indignantly, treated as yet another piece of treasure, but what was she to do? She struggled in the ropes, but they held her fast, offering no escape. Eventually the barbarians settled their dispute by casting down their weapons and engaging in rough wrestling matches until the victor—his name was Gharrak, judging from what she could overhear—seized Valana and dragged her up the ridge to where his horse was tethered and waiting, tying the struggling Baroness tight to the beast's back behind the saddle. The rough men set about rounding up what they could of the coach's scattered horses, then rode off into the wilds with their booty, heading for their own domains beyond the rule of the King.
The ride seemed to take hours for the bound Baroness, her body jostled by the movement of the horse beneath her, her ample breasts still exposed from having been examined by her captors. They rode to hilly, rocky lands where the air was crisp and the breeze chill, each teasing zephyr hardening Valana's exposed nipples, her eyes shut tight with shame. She could guess well enough what the man who had claimed her intended to use her for, the long ride only drawing out her apprehension.
Finally, the band of warriors slowed and dismounted, another group of barbarians meeting them to care for the horses while the raiders unloaded their loot. Gharrak tossed Valana over his shoulder as he headed up the steep, rocky slope, grinning to himself as his prize struggled and protested in his grasp.
The barbarians' lairs were built in caves, the walls carved out for more spacious rooms, and decorated with crude and violent designs. Gharrak's chamber, like the rest, was lit by torchlight, and in the center of the room was a nest of furs that had been laid out on the stone floor. Laying his prize down there, the barbarian began to strip the rest of her outer garments from her, exposing her luscious body despite her struggles and protests. It seemed that the man wanted to sample her immediately, Valana thought with disgust, but also a bit of vanity at the thought that she might be so desirable that the barbarian could not wait.
Once Gharrak had untied and stripped Valana to his liking, he leered down at her, licking his lips wolfishly. He'd left only her corset in place, her other fine garments pulled, or in some cases torn, off of her, her chest heaving with indignation as she crossed her arms over her ample breasts to try to shield them from his lecherous eyes. Reaching down, he pulled her arms away from her bosom, his greater strength not allowing her to cover her delectable tits, then he began to massage the soft curves, squeezing them with his large fingers and teasing at the nipples with his fingertips.
Casting his own clothes off then, Gharrak's naked body flexed before Valana, his stiff cock pointing eagerly at her, large and covered with gnarled veins, his balls hanging heavy with barbarian seed as he looked at her with anticipation. Sitting himself on the furs, he seized her and drew her into his lap, pushing her down onto the waiting pillar of his erect cock, the uncut tip beginning to spread her nether lips, rubbing and pressing into her. Valana was scarcely able to protest, so eager and demanding was his approach. She was unused to sex, though she hadn't been able to fully escape it, and her heart pounded in her bosomy chest as he entered her, her lips curling a bit with distaste, a bit of a struggle quelled by his strong hands before he pushed her down, entering her more fully and beginning to bob her up and down on his lap, a wicked grin on his hairy face.
Face to face with his new woman, deep inside her as he held her straddled on his lap, Gharrak began to thrust eagerly up into her, his thick cock sliding in and out with growing ease as the Baroness' cunt began to moisten. Grinning, he watched her breasts bounce as Valana moaned pleadingly on top of him, her eyes shut tight so as not to have to see his rough, bearded face. Strong barbarian arms gripped her, and she could feel the powerful muscles flexing against her back, his fingers pressing on her smooth skin as he pounded up into her, his hot breath on her chin and throat, his lips suddenly capturing hers, sampling the soft, lipsticked flesh with a low rumble of desire. His muscles rippled beneath tanned skin as he thrust into her with a deep, feral rhythm, his body growing hot against hers as the pleasure of claiming his new woman drover him to greater and greater intensity. Valana had never been fucked so hard or so commandingly, Gharrak's strong body flexing against hers with his every eager thrust, his hairy skin rubbing on hers, rough yet sensual. She gasped as his lips parted from hers, drawing in a quivering breath, then made one more attempt to struggle away, finding herself helpless in the barbarian's strong arms as he pulled her back into his lustful embrace.
She felt herself sinking into his passionate heat, her struggles waning to a mere protesting moan as she felt him continuing to pump into her, filling her up with his viciously hard shaft. She arched back in the barbarian's grasp, his hairy loins rubbing against her as he thrust deep into her soft, silky cunt, her lips parting to show her white teeth as she let out a long groan. His muscular belly pressed against her corseted abdomen as he ground against her, his huge veiny cock delving her warm, hidden depths as his thrusts made her ample breasts bob slightly with every collision of their bodies. The position let her hair trail down in a swaying, shimmering mass, the reddish locks gleaming in the firelight, while her chest was presented up to him, her big round breasts quickly grabbed by one of his hands, his other arm supporting her as he squeezed and played with her tits, stimulating them a little painfully, yet not without a touch of pleasure, she realized with a blush.
Finally, he let her lean back all the way, letting her lie down on the furs and settling above her, both hands massaging her tits now, pressing down on them as he held himself up, gazing down at her with lust written clearly on his dark-bearded face, his thick, hard cock pounding into her harder in this new position, his might more easily brought to bear.
"You're my woman now, you belong to me..." Gharrak growled in a low, lustful voice, at once bestial and commanding.
Valana wanted to protest, but only moaned beneath him. She was wetter now, despite herself, and this allowed her to take his thrusts easily though they rocked her luscious body, making her tits sway whenever they weren't restrained by his grasping, lustful hands. Valana cried out in mingled distress and pleasure, the rubbing on her nipples and the thrusting in her cunt making her tense, then, suddenly, she collapsed into the pleasure of the moment, unable to resist more as her cunt quivered and clamped around the barbarian's mighty cock, her body arching beneath him, her lipsticked lips parting to cry out as he thrust into her still, grinning down at her as she climaxed helplessly beneath him.
Gharrak fucked her even past that point, though, echoes of the moment rising and falling in her, each one making her clamp and massage around him. At last, he pressed as deeply into her as he could, and she cried out in protest as she realized he wasn't going to pull out, even as he cried out his ecstasy, the sounds blending as his cock began to throb and heave more strongly, his hot, virile cum gushing deep inside her, each jet shooting strongly from his delighted cock as he filled her womb with his seed.
"Yesss..." he sighed with pleasure as his climax waned to a warm bliss, "You are a good woman..."
She could see the appreciation in his eyes, and turned her head away, fighting back the tears that were forming at the corners of her own. She had been raped by a barbarian! Why had it felt so good...?
Gharrak grunted and tucked a warm fur around her almost naked body to help keep her warm, the gentle gesture further confusing her conflicted thoughts. She watched him as he moved about, settling things in the small dwelling and then pulling her into his grasp with a low rumble, drawing the fur blankets around both of them as he relaxed, letting their naked bodies press together as he slowly nodded off.
Sounds of passion filled Gharrak's cave as his body and Valana's twined upon the furs with barbarian heat. It had been a month since she'd been taken, and tonight, as every night since that day, Gharrak was fucking Valana with savage desire, pumping eagerly into her atop the furs. Now, Valana moaned to him in response, legs crossed behind him, keeping him close as she opened her warm, soft body to her mighty captor. She'd been a Baroness, but here she was with a big barbarian man on top of her, inside her, their bodies joined like a couple of mating animals as he thrust into her, growling and moaning with feral pleasure. She'd learned to let loose the cries and moans of her own feral heart, knowing that such sounds from her lips pleased the barbarian rather than disgusting him, coaxing him to thrust deeper, harder into her quivering cunt, her clit tingling with pleasure as his body ground against hers, his heavy, hairy balls tapping against her loins with each inward thrust. There were no royal pretensions, no airs for her to put on, only for her to be a woman for him as he pounded into her, his groans of pleasure close in her ear. In the arms of the barbarian, the Baroness had found her place.
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